As we move on from this year's Super Bowl – and the Eagles fans among us finally recover from celebrating the Birds' stunning victory with excessive amounts of libations and leftover wings – there are just a few loose ends that we need to wrap up.

The entire civilized world was upset about the Dodge pickup truck commercial that used a voice-over of a speech delivered by the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., a speech, by the way, that was critical of capitalism and greed and how poor Americans are preyed upon by rapacious corporations that place profits above human dignity.

In that context, it was wholly appropriate that a large corporation interested in selling pickup trucks co-opted Dr. King's words. It's called irony. You can look it up.

Yet, it did seem odd. I don't think most people in the market for a pickup truck give any thought to whether the manufacturer of said truck is "woke," as the kids say. In fact, most prospective pickup truck owners probably view that as a deterrent. Except gay women. (See, it's a joke based on the stereotype that gay women drive pickup trucks.) (I know, it kind of ruins the joke, having to explain it, but considering the email and voicemail I get on a regular basis, some of you require this kind of guidance.) (OK, I'll move on now.)

That commercial didn't confuse me as much as a couple of others. There was one that showed a bunch of babies while the narrator spouted a kind of Seussian soliloquy about ... I'm not sure what it was about. Something about babies being vessels for the shattered dreams of their parents and grandparents and then failing to live up to that standard because, well, they're babies, which are basically, in the words of comedian John Oliver, sentient house plants.

I wasn't even sure what that commercial was selling. Babies? You can buy babies? Does Amazon carry them? Do they come from the same place Donald Trump ordered his wife? So many questions. (Yes, it is a joke, but please feel free to call my voicemail and leave a message referring to me in anatomical terms.)

The most confusing, and scary, commercial was the one for Hyundai in which people were singled out at a security checkpoint and ushered to a sterile room deep in the bowels of the stadium where, I was guessing, they were about to be stripped and subjected to body cavity searches until they agreed to sign a 36-month lease for a Sonata. Now, that would have been a great commercial.

Instead, it had something to do with people with cancer. Which is awful. The people with cancer thanked the people for buying Hyundais because the car maker donates money to cancer research. Which is nice. Still, as the cancer patients thanked the people for being the kind of caring folks who would buy a Hyundai, I expected at least one of them to say, "You're welcome. But it's just a rental."

The game itself was, well, amazing. But it was kind of tough listening to Chris Collingsworth and Al Michaels. Collingsworth can kind of, now and then, stumble upon an insight that illustrates the finer points of the game. But then, like a toddler who has discovered the word "poopy," he keeps repeating his insight that illustrates the finer points of the game because he apparently believes the audience may not have gotten his insight that illustrates the finer points of the game the first time around and he must keep repeating his insight that illustrates the finer points of the game. That, or he just likes hearing himself talk. And it was kind of irritating how he kept referring to the Patriots quarterback as "Tom," as if he and Brady are such close buds that they are on a first-name basis. I don't think Brady's wife even calls him "Tom."

The best part of the broadcast came later in the game when the screen just went black for what seemed like an eternity. I thought it was another commercial. I could imagine the creative ad types pitching it as an outside-the-box, disruptive, paradigm-shifting, insert your own jargony cliché here, spot that would capture the attention of a nation that has the attention span of a springer spaniel on meth. I enjoyed that.

Then there was the halftime show. Justin Timberlake danced around and whatnot. And that was fine, I guess, if you're into that kind of thing. But then he had to drag Prince into it. Yeah, I get it. Prince was from Minneapolis and the game was being playing in Minneapolis. And Prince probably performed one of the best Super Bowl halftime shows ever, in the rain. But having Timberlake pay tribute to Prince was just a bad idea. That would be like bringing out Jeff "You May Be A Redneck" Foxworthy and having him perform a Dave Chappelle routine. It was just wrong. If Prince were alive, this would have killed him.

In the aftermath of the game, several people wondered whether Philadelphia was still standing or whether rampaging fans celebrated the greatest sports victory in the city's history by burning it down. The city made it through fine, save a few light poles and the canopy over the entrance to the Ritz-Carlton on Broad Street and a few garbage trucks and at least one car and, well, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Slate.com compiled a list of calls overheard on the police scanner after the Eagles victory. There were people climbing light poles and sitting on ledges of buildings and falling and hurting themselves. A couple of highlights included this one: "I got a male in custody in this location. He’s saying he’s an off-duty cop." And this one: "We have a large crowd throwing bottles and chanting 'Meek Mill.'"

There was no context, and I'm sure that last one confused some people. Meek Mill is a Philadelphia rapper who is currently incarcerated on a probation violation in a nearly decade-old gun case. Prosecutors had recommended that he not be sentenced to jail, but the judge in the case ignored it and threw him in the slam. His case has been a rallying point for several of the Eagles, including team leader/stellar defensive back Malcolm Jenkins. The Eagles took the field Sunday to Mill's "Dreams and Nightmares."

Mill won't be making the parade. Which is a shame.

And finally, speaking of the parade, the city of Philadelphia posted a list of places to park.

It was kind of amusing.

Everyone who has ever been to Philadelphia knows that you can pretty much leave your car anywhere, such as the middle of Broad Street. Since the parade is heading up Broad, you'll probably see some cars parked in the middle of the street as the Eagles ride by.

Probably left there by Hyundai owners being held captive by the Hyundai police at the Linc.

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Dean Emig, of Conewago Township, tries on four Super Bowl rings of former Pittsburgh Steelers running back Rocky Bleier while getting items signed by him. Bleier visited the York Revolution Sunday to greet fan and tell his story about overcoming getting wounded in Vietnam and going on to help the team win four Super Bowls. Paul Kuehnel, York Daily Record

Deb Etheridge, left, of Dover Township, shakes hands with Former Pittsburgh Steelers running back Rocky Bleier, right, while Ron Etheridge looks on, center. Etheridge's son Zach Clouser was killed serving in Iraq in 2007. Bleier visited the York Revolution Sunday to greet fans and tell his story about overcoming getting wounded in Vietnam and going on to help the team win four Super Bowls. Paul Kuehnel, York Daily Record

Anthony Zamichieli, left, age 10,and his sister Lisette, age 6, drove with their family from Hamilton, New Jersey to see former Pittsburgh Steelers running back Rocky Bleier at the York Revolution Sunday. Paul Kuehnel, York Daily Record

Mark Mason, left, York Revolution manager greets Rocky Bleier before the game at the York Revolution Sunday to greet fans and tell his story about overcoming getting wounded in Vietnam and going on to help the team win four Super Bowls. Paul Kuehnel, York Daily Record

Rocky Bleier talks to fans in the stadium before a York Revolution game. The former Pittsburgh Steelers running back Rocky Bleier visited the York Revolution Sunday to greet fan and tell his story about overcoming getting wounded in Vietnam and going on to help the team win four Super Bowls. Paul Kuehnel, York Daily Record

Deb, left, and Dan Ethridge, of Dover Township stand during a moment to recognize fallen soldiers before the York Revolution game. Etheridge's son Zach Clouser, was killed serving in Iraq in 2007. Paul Kuehnel, York Daily Record